‘Benjamin’—
cyanide under the tongue
tasting like bitter almonds
words scroll off our roles
Could you
be ‘the one’?
onto tablets running low
setting: ‘beneath ruins’—
‘something to consider’
in the cotton-mouthed
*
limits of discontinued winter
limited edition living so
white, snowstormy defiant
primetimed lime’s eating our halos
spotlighting us as we prey dying
fallen stars p(r)a(n)cing silent soundstage
debasements as fading suns
test patterns, panting for someone
*
Lazarus-uplifting, when
I—once so desirous of kisses
heavier than grenades—
asking for direction, say
Are you close?
Are you going to come?
while opening Windows, closing doors
a perception as painstaking as ours
emerges an unsaved paradox
god films; ‘another snuff in the box’
we run in frenetic squalor
all our Che Guevara days
*
playing rebels glancing above
the horizon, replacing the
meaningless weather
we’ve had for so long
with eyes of Promethean fire
burning on, titans bereft of love
corrupt like senators
mad propagandanimals—
*
‘such damned predators’—
we saunter into summer
I’ve got my Kevlar on
again; a little protection
unaware of the bomb, it’s no wonder
we blew it as we blew each other
In case Cupid takes another shot—
firing his angelic, d(r)owning me in it
these Prussian blues your
name pain(t)s our behaviour
to portray us, slightly
unlikely, as unlikeable
*
saviours mistaken for
terrible imitators of the
one—the father—we ran from
but the damned can’t condemn
where they’ve been
exiled, so we team
up and act out what we
want to become, uncertain
*
any of this means something
and whether running
will lead us into or away
from each other, but I say
‘At least we’re together’
in (t)his wandering